The Blasphemer Lyrics - Bethzaida

I am the shadow's darkness 

I am the sweetest pain 

I am the curse of heaven 

I am sweet tender hell 

I bring you cold winter 

Upon the mountains high 

But what I crave from you my love 

Will never satisfy 

As nothing stands before me 

I leave nothing when I am gone 

I come with the cold wind from north 

And I always must go on 

I bring you nights of passion 

Between walls made of wood 

And when I have to go I whisper 

"I thought you understood" 

Take comfort as I leave you 

one day I will return 

Continue where we left off 

You have so much more to learn 

Why is the night so brief ? What we could accomplish in a small 

eternity, 

two in darkness. The sun hidden behind the horizon. Forever darkness...